The Banshee Stone stands by the road Near Mullachderg StrandBeneath it lies a fair young maidShe is buried ‘neath the sandThis story it was told to meBy Peggy Mhicí OwenAbout a maiden turned to BansheeWho lies beneath the stone.

Mullachderg Strand, looking west to the Old Kincasslach Tower

A loving couple had their homeNear Lovely MullachdubhThey dearly loved each otherEach day their true love grewTheir romantic bliss was ripped apartThe young maid’s heart broke in twoThe Atlantic claimed the young man’s lifeFishing just off Mullachdubh.

Fishing off the coast of Mullachdubh

Fair hair down o’er her shouldersHer eyes like diamonds shoneThe young maid clung onto a rockShe wailed from dusk till dawnShe cried out for her loverWho was lost in the raging seaHer cries were heard in Tory, Arranmore and Innisfree

A view of Innisfree and other islands including Tory in the distance from Mullachderg Strand

The young maid turned into a BansheeHer wail like a wild wolf’s callHer screeching screams would wake the deadIn each grave in DonegalThe Parish Priest on horseback cameHe blessed her and she lay deadBeneath the rock they buried her‘Her soul was lost’ he said

If you ever pass the Banshee StoneStay quiet and lend an earThe wailing of the BansheeThey say you’ll sometimes hearThe maiden with the long fair locksPeggy Mhicí Owen said it is trueShe lies beneath the Banshee StoneNear Dear Old Mullchdubh.